I am smacked into the ground, repeatedly, as we travel onward. I feel the hard concrete echo through me as I hit the floor again and again. I don’t mind it that much, because every day, my partner and I are wore. My laces are tightened and I feel my soles wearing out when I am put on someone’s foot. I am splashed through the mud, worn in rain and shine. I have been to soccer games, to the park and even to Disney World. I am faded purple with colorful stripes, and worn on the left foot; I am a shoe.